kill her off
Sigh. Two classes tomorrow, since I won't be going to choir since there is no point because I don't think we're having class anyway and I'm not going to be able to go the last concert, which is no biggie anyway.
Hm. Today was a complete waste. Seriously. If I had died today, I would have gone to the Fifth Circle of Hell and been gurgling under the water. At least, if Dante had been right, but whatever. Speaking of The Divine Comedy, did you know that corrupt politicians have their own little private ditch in the eighth circle? I just thought it was interesting, since pretty much every politician is at least a little corrupted. Some more so than others..
I came up with a workout plan today. It's pretty nifty and something that I can follow relatively easy without having to be obsessive about counting calories and excersize. (I hate that word. Just spelling it is a pain. And I'm never sure that I get it right. Thank God for Firefox 2.0 and it's spell checker.)
My first final is Friday. It's for PoliSci. I will miss that class. Even though I haven't really been in like, a month. Oh well. Again, it never changes. And he teaches straight from the book, so it's no biggie.
That reminds me. They're doing a sequel to The Sandlot. Which is a crime. Because Benny was pretty much a god to me. He reminded me of my neighbor. Not Dustin, but Matt. Haha. I wonder how he's doing.
Man. I tend to live in the past. But that's okay. I'm not obsessing over it. Just like, random people will pop up into my head from yesteryear and then they won't leave for a couple days, but then they go away.
I sound like a crazy person. I'm getting tireder and tireder, so the lucidity of my little miniblogs in a blog is waning. Haha. Waning. And lucidity. Great words, great words.
mmm. Blondie. Heart of Glass. I loooooooooove this song. See, that's the thing about me. People ask me what bands that I like. And I can only tell them like, one or two, which leads people to think that my taste in music is really limited when it's actually just the opposite of that. I don't like bands. I like songs. Occasionally, I'll find a band/singer where I can just put their CD in or their songs on shuffle on iTunes and just listen to it, like Aerosmith or Kelly Clarkson. But not often.
I'm going to go now. If you've read this far, you get a cookie. With sprinkles. And if you just skipped to the end, shame on you. Do not pass GO, do not collect 200 dollars.
Good night.
Hm. Today was a complete waste. Seriously. If I had died today, I would have gone to the Fifth Circle of Hell and been gurgling under the water. At least, if Dante had been right, but whatever. Speaking of The Divine Comedy, did you know that corrupt politicians have their own little private ditch in the eighth circle? I just thought it was interesting, since pretty much every politician is at least a little corrupted. Some more so than others..
I came up with a workout plan today. It's pretty nifty and something that I can follow relatively easy without having to be obsessive about counting calories and excersize. (I hate that word. Just spelling it is a pain. And I'm never sure that I get it right. Thank God for Firefox 2.0 and it's spell checker.)
My first final is Friday. It's for PoliSci. I will miss that class. Even though I haven't really been in like, a month. Oh well. Again, it never changes. And he teaches straight from the book, so it's no biggie.
That reminds me. They're doing a sequel to The Sandlot. Which is a crime. Because Benny was pretty much a god to me. He reminded me of my neighbor. Not Dustin, but Matt. Haha. I wonder how he's doing.
Man. I tend to live in the past. But that's okay. I'm not obsessing over it. Just like, random people will pop up into my head from yesteryear and then they won't leave for a couple days, but then they go away.
I sound like a crazy person. I'm getting tireder and tireder, so the lucidity of my little miniblogs in a blog is waning. Haha. Waning. And lucidity. Great words, great words.
mmm. Blondie. Heart of Glass. I loooooooooove this song. See, that's the thing about me. People ask me what bands that I like. And I can only tell them like, one or two, which leads people to think that my taste in music is really limited when it's actually just the opposite of that. I don't like bands. I like songs. Occasionally, I'll find a band/singer where I can just put their CD in or their songs on shuffle on iTunes and just listen to it, like Aerosmith or Kelly Clarkson. But not often.
I'm going to go now. If you've read this far, you get a cookie. With sprinkles. And if you just skipped to the end, shame on you. Do not pass GO, do not collect 200 dollars.
Good night.